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The Trophy Incident

Ian brings home this trophy and says he got it for being "such a good boy today". We congratulate him and he basks in the glow of our affection. Then he slips.

He goes for more, "I got the trophy for winning a race," says he. I immediately suspect something is up. Turns out, he boosted (read: stole) the trophy from his cubby-neighbor. Then made up a story (albeit a good one) to get affection.

I pried more this morning and go the real story (after a lot of, "if I ask your teacher, this is what she will say?").

In other news, I forgot I had to give Reagan and her friends a ride from school to church yesterday until the office called a good 1/2 past when I was supposed to pick them up. I told them I had been abducted by aliens, taken to their planet, forced to compete in a smarts game show, which I won, and was immediately ejected from their planet and deposited on our back lawn and that is what made me late...

You get apples from an apple tree I guess...

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